Luyện nghe bài hát Drama

["so drama in the..." -- snoop doggy dogg]
Verse one: ras

No disrespect to the sex
But I flexed punani yet that's worth my royalty checks
Men be trying to get laid, women be trying to get
So, somebody get played... {right}
Now you claim I'm game and still let us run the train
coolio's braids, it wasn't me, it was the fame
Let a dame complain about my african queen
Ass hangin out them daisy dukes jeans,
Damn I love
Wants to know my occupation home location and of transportation
The correct combination unlocked placenta
I got a cellular phone a rubber antenna
On a three story house, drive a door ac
Favorite song of all time mobb deep's "hit it the back"
Then jet, I a bitch into my favorite
She know my name cause I got game than sega cd

Chorus: coolio, ras

You know drama, but it sound real good (3x)
You knew the game, and you still up on your back
You it's drama, but it sound real good (3x)
You knew the game, and you ended up on your back

two: ras kass

I try u.n.i.t.y. but
Cause when I was lackin, bitches me want to roll over and die
So now I lie, cause bitches are like {why? }
attract to the best shit {oh!}
You gotta play max julian's role unless you plan on being
Cause bitches the money clip and whatever dick that comes with it
{the bitch} saw me in the lex and didn't know it from avis
Now on the tip like my name was john davis
And I'm knowin what she thinks }
I'ma sweep her off her feet because I the hoe a drink
Bitch, yeah I'm living nice, got a two o'clock flight to atlanta
so maybe we can kick it {tonight}
Right there I knew my dick was getting
I played into this bitch's cinderella complex
Whatever you to hear, I can say
Forget the bitch the day, instant replay

Verse three:

Yo ras, let me talk about bitches for a minute
But let's get it straight, I say the word bitch
I don't mean all
Cause hookers come a dime a dozen if you thought they
You can hit this hoe today, and tomorrow you can hit her
Or her mama, you gots to drama
Nigga flash currency and go up in her auntie!
I'm talkin bout the skanless loc
You know the type that seem to the taste of swipe
it
When it comes to hoes coolio ain't in it
Don't me captain, general, sergeant, or lieutenant
This ain't so don't you dare laugh
I gave the bitch my autograph, and she me some ass
But as as the hoe tried to get in my pocket
I shot her ass from me *schch* like a skyrocket
it from a g, period, no comma, to keep these hookers
On they toes... you the rest